Over the following weeks the spark that had ignited my sinful desire had turned into a consuming flame. Rarely a moment passed without me thinking of my son Donny masturbating, I found my mind wishfully encouraging him. I would steal a listen at his bedroom door as I passed. And on the occasions when I heard the creaking sounds of his bed, the unmistakable rhythm of his wanking, I would tremble with excitement.
I often thought of simply opening the door and quietly stepping into the room, closing the door behind me in the hope that he would unashamedly carry on pleasuring himself, all the while smiling. Then he would invite me to join him as if it were the norm for a mum and her boy to share such moments. But the risk always seemed too great.
I instead would press my ear against the door whispering little instructions under my breath, such as 'Ohh Donny, wank your wonderful cock for Helen and mummy, wank it my darling, wank it!' or 'Helen would be so jealous of you my handsome son wanking your big hard cock for mummy'. These little whispers made my lust burn and my desire to sin, skyrocket.
With all my fantasizing and this desire for pleasure, I had discovered that when I retired to the marriage bed each evening, I had become much more sexually active. My husband was loving our rekindled sex life, never for a moment realizing that I was imagining him to be Donny. In the variety of positions that we would make love, I used each one to play out little fantasies, creating stories of how my son had come to be enjoying my body. The thoughts intensified the sexual experience and my orgasms were coming like trains at Grand Central. But these thoughts were also becoming calculations and schemes of how I could create a situation where I and my son would be coupled in lust.
Some of these schemes involved me letting my son catch me masturbating, I knew that no youthful, maturing man would be able to resist watching a lady play with herself and I reckoned that even a son would watch and enjoy his mother in the act, He may even be so overcome with lust that he would have to have her. Other ideas involved leaving my sexy laundry in his bedroom by accident and collecting it when he was there, perhaps asking if he would like to see a woman model them. I could volunteer in a teasing manor. Or I could simply dress up in a naughty outfit and try seducing him directly with suggestive conversation and actions when his father was not around. All of this was too outrageous and would probably destroy my relationship in the family forever.
What was I thinking? Any sane mother realizes, an attempt to make love with her son was going to destroy family life, I had to get these thoughts out of my head. This guilt always carried me back to the incident that began this horny fascination, Donny's attempt to have sex with Helen, my friend and neighbour.
Then one evening, an event transpired which took me over the edge. It was a thursday evening and my husband was working in the north, not due to return home until tuesday of the following week. That evening, Donny and his friend Simon had come home from a late night shopping spree in the city and went straight to the bedroom to listen to some CDs they had purchased.
I had heard the music playing for some time throughout the evening but as the evening progressed the room had become very quiet.
I had decided to walk to the room and listen at the door where I overheard faint mumblings and some low grunts. My curiosity getting the better of me and not wanting to walk in on, or disturb the boys in an embarrassing moment, in which I would only have embarrassed myself. I decided to go outside of the house and around to the bedroom window to see if I could discover what was going on in the room.
Being late and dark, there was no-one around to witness me in the garden as I spied through a small gap in the curtains.
Inside I observed the two boys sitting on the bed, close to each other, watching the TV Screen. On that TV was a movie, in which an older woman, dressed in classy black stockings and suspender belt and a negligee was laying on a bed with one young man slamming his cock into her, whilst another knelt by her side wanking his cock into her mouth.
Both Simon and my son sat very quiet, focusing intently on the screen. Both were still fully clothed, but their youthful cocks must have been straining in their tight jeans as they sat engrossed in this porno spectacle.
This perverted moment rather than shock me, was making me hot.
As I stood in the bushes I found my hand wandering into the front of my jogging slacks, my fingers searching for my clitty. I bit on my lip as spurt after spurt of cum, shot from one of the cocks on screen, covering the older womans face. Then the other young man in the movie, pulled his cock from her pussy, of which there was an incredible close up - and he blasted streams of sperm all over her spread pussy lips.
With nothing but a pane of glass separating me from my own son and his friend, enjoying the porno movie, the situation seemed somehow unreal and all the more fantastic. I now found myself hoping the boys would undo their trousers and expose their cocks. I was feeling a slight tinge of shame at my thoughts but it was subdued by an overpowering feeling of excitement. This was exactly the type of situation I could have never imagined but desperately hoped for.
The TV screen cut to another scene in which an attractive mature woman in a business suit was arriving home and entering her house. Again, two younger men were featured, sitting in the lounge watching a TV show. It did not take much time before the lady was sat between them and their hands were wandering over her body. It looked like she was resisting their advances at first, but she eventually conceded and was participating in sharing erotic wet kisses whilst she began rubbing the young mens crotches.
